The Fight for the Moonbridge from another's perspective..

The enemy had made it's advance, their tactics and their pure strength of will alone drove them forward... but they were out numbered... our master would not be happy when he found out... he'd do worse than to kill us... How it was possible for them to breach all of us we do not know, so once they made their magic work on the big circle, I decided to attack one who was un-aware, he looked strong and able, this made him a good target, the others would not need to help him, he began to walk through that... door?
I chased him through and struck him with my sword, gave him a good hit to the arm, then I punched at his face and swung at him again, but he was faster than I thought, and his armor stunk like something fresh...
I blocked his blows, the sounds of our fight echoing through this now... cav,e how that circle bought me to a cave i do not know, but there was too much going on, I took a moment to look at my surrounding's and then there was a flash of white, and then another, by the time i had a chance to react it was too late, the strong one i attacked hit me twice and then ran his sword through me, rage, pain and anger, they are the feelings i felt as far as i can remember, and then this.. realese, I felt my blood begin to seep from my body, I began to feel cold... I felt that finally I would rest from this eternal torment, and maybe now in this last moment, this man who I attacked... would reconise I was once like him...
I rest now, a drifting soul no longer tormented by the tolls of hell.